(I found this in a newspaper many years and thought you might enjoy it.)
One of the
toughest tasks a church faces is choosing a good minister.
A member of an official board undergoing this painful
process finally lost patience. He'd watched the Pastoral Relations Committee
reject applicant after applicant for some fault, alleged or otherwise.
It was time for a bit of soul-searching on the part of the
committee.
So he stood up and read
a letter purporting to be from another applicant.
Gentlemen, understanding your pulpit is vacant, I should like
to apply for the position. I have many qualifications. I've been a preacher with much success
and also had some success as a writer. Some say I'm a good organizer.
I've been a leader most places I've been. "I'm over fifty years of age. I
have never preached in one place for more than three years. In some places I
have left town after my work has caused riots and disturbances.
I must admit I have been in jail three or four times, but
not because of any real wrongdoing. My health is not good, though I still get a
great deal done. The churches I
have preached in have been small, though located in several large cities.
I've not got along well with religious leaders in towns
where I have preached. In fact, some have threatened me and even attacked me physically. I am not too good at keeping records. I have been known to
forget whom I have baptized. "However, if you can use me, I shall do my
best for you." The board member looked over the committee.
"Well, what do you think? Shall we call him?" The good church folks were aghast.
Call an unhealthy, trouble-making, absent-minded ex-jailbird?
Was the board
member crazy?
Who signed the
application?
Who had such colossal
nerve?
The board member eyed them all keenly before he
answered.
"It's signed, The Apostle Paul."
By Rev. C. W. Kirkpatrick, Ludlow, Mass.